Head down and it's the final straight. It was the last day of preparation today.
My first entry exam is next Monday.
I have a week to polish my flowery French, worry about obscure and abstruse vocabulary, (how do I say dominant seventh without making it sound like a sado masochistic session?), and learn to sing a bass line in my head without it leaking as I try and write down chord sequences.
The hair at the top of my head has been parted regularly today by bits of information flying just over it. Having to do this in another language has added a bar to the top of the gate.
But with it has come a strange sense of freedom. I am so unlikely to succeed that I feel liberated. I will give it my best shot, and not worry about it...too much.
I am of an age where it is as well to keep the brain going in order to avoid it seizing up altogether, and this is as good a way as any other!
2 days ago